Cold and black. My body wrapped in lightless liquid cold. And flying down. No idea what had happened to Vuud and Landers. Boom. The back of my leather covered head strikes rock. I was falling, the battling currents whipping me along bending and twisting me like a tube of soft wax in the hot sun. I felt I had to put up some resistance keep my body tensed so it wouldn't be snapped. Down. Speeding crazily fast down; out of control. Then I began to worry about breath even before it ran ...